Because when your a child having a stuffed donkey helps

Happy Birthday to me! (Part 2)

Since my recent birthday (that makes three now) I appear to be getting forgetful in my old age. I found a knot tied in Eeyore’s tail yesterday which made me think that there must be something I was supposed to remember but once I had given the situation a little thought I realised that in fact it was just holding the little pink bow on and was supposed to be there. Of Course this didn’t help the nagging feeling that something had slipped my mind which was quite important and just as I was about to empty the numerous plastic boxes containing my train set all over the floor it dawned on me that I haven’t been updating my blog. This is in part because Daddy, who tends to help me out a little more than I give him credit for with writing the blog has been away working in South Africa recently but mainly because I have been so busy playing with all my lovely presents I had for my birthday party. Oh yes I had a party, didn’t I tell you? I must have forgotten that as well, please read on and I will do my best to bring you up to speed.

As you know from my last post, I had fallen straight to sleep following a very exciting and busy day on my actual birthday, but it wasn’t over, the best bit was still to come.

The invitations had been sent out the week before, and the text messages and social media updates had been coming in as a response to the ‘RSVP’ requests. Daddy had been busy preparing the food and Mummy had been wrapping up a little toy with lots and lots of layers of paper, and as Eeyore feels a little funny about the ‘Pin the tail on the Donkey’ side of things we decided to keep him happy by getting a ‘place the nose on the clown’ game instead.

We arrived first as Mummy and Daddy still had to put up balloons, banners and put all the food out on the table, complete with little hats, and lots of blue paper plates and cups. No sooner had the last sausage roll been put in place the first of my little friends arrived and then another and another. Within 15 minutes we were all running around in a sugar filled frenzy of fun and noise, the big people drank tea and stole fairy cakes when they thought we were not looking but there were so many of them that we didn’t mind.

It turns out that the little toy Mummy had spent so long wrapping was in fact for a game called pass the parcel which is where big people tease you with pretending to give you a present and then make you give it away again, after a little while the music stops in and there is a big build up of excitement and someone gets to open the present only to discover that there isn’t actually a toy inside it but a consolation packet of sweeties and the game goes on.

Once we were all done with the games and some more running round, biscuits, cakes and chocolate it was time for the cake. Now the world’s best cake has to have the following ingredients;

Chocolate

Trains

Candles

Pretend coal

A room full of sugar filled children

did I mention trains? Trains are important.

Mix all these together with Mummy’s special recipe and you get this.

Finally once the party was all over and all my friends had gone (Did I say thank you to them all? I hope so. Thank you everyone just in case I forgot in all the excitement) We went home to play and eat more cake, and whilst I was sat in the back of the car munching on another piece of this rather impressive chocolate coal I realised that soon, once Baby Elmo is here, we will get to have more than one birthday party a year and that because I am the big brother I will get to have the first choice of which piece of cake I want, what Fun!

32, married from the UK and father to Jack. This incredible active, and fun child has a zest for life that makes us laugh all the time. I blog from his point of view, after all he has more fun than I do and gets to play with trainsets and eat jam sandwiches. The inspriation for this blog 'consultingeeyore' is due to the fact we are expecting a new addition to the family early next year and we thought it only right that Jack should have his say. This is my first attempt at a blog although I did wirte a book based on a dad's pregnancy which was published on Amazon for Kindle which was really a diary that got out of hand and can be Found under the page Pregnancy & Man Flu